09-12-2017, 02:44 AM
Erumollien felt around on Tristan's belly, pressing in slightly to check the babe, he breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the babe in the proper position. But the concerning part was the fact that their second born was bigger than their first. He bit his lip and he knew how painful this would be for his husband.
He always knew the his people's birth pains tend to be far more intense than that of the other races so he was there, just waiting for the pain levels to rise in his husband. He swallowed thickly whenever his gaze fell upon the bruises.
This second birth might take longer than their daughter's and he could only pray that Tristan could manage...but he doubts it. He had witnessed the pain his mother went through to birth his siblings and her screams and cries were something he can never forget, nor see how she shook and how pale she was.
He held Tristan's hand and pressed his lips upon his husband's knuckles, unsure of how to offer comfort at the most difficult part of High Elven twins' births. The second born was always the hardest and most painful and he worried for Tristan.
He always knew the his people's birth pains tend to be far more intense than that of the other races so he was there, just waiting for the pain levels to rise in his husband. He swallowed thickly whenever his gaze fell upon the bruises.
This second birth might take longer than their daughter's and he could only pray that Tristan could manage...but he doubts it. He had witnessed the pain his mother went through to birth his siblings and her screams and cries were something he can never forget, nor see how she shook and how pale she was.
He held Tristan's hand and pressed his lips upon his husband's knuckles, unsure of how to offer comfort at the most difficult part of High Elven twins' births. The second born was always the hardest and most painful and he worried for Tristan.